The smoke gradually dissipated, and a drop of blood dripped from the blade of the sword to the ground, and Wu Long, Zhong Qiu and the others couldn't help but be silent for a while as they looked at the corpses all over the ground. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although the Yellow Turban bandits were smoked by the thick smoke and fought to the death, there were many people after all. Nearly half of the dozens of soldiers of the branch line were lost, and only forty were left standing behind them with wounds.

Wu Hao's voice sounded from the wall and gradually spread: "Collect the arrows and cremate the corpses to prevent disease."

"No". Forty soldiers of the branch line responded with a bang, and walked forward with the sadness in their hearts.

Seeing that the soldiers of the branch line received the order, Wu Hao took Liu Ye and walked down the wall together.

Hundreds of old and weak women and children poured out of the village, looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, they couldn't help but be shocked, and their eyes couldn't help but feel sad. Among them, there were several family soldiers who were obviously from Honjo, and when I thought of their old voices, I thought of their old voices, and I was used to seeing joys and sorrows, but I still couldn't help but shed tears.

A group of children wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry out loud, leaving only soft sobbing.

Forty Chinese characters who gathered the corpses listened to this soft cry, and could no longer hold back the grief in their hearts, their eyes reddened, leaving silent tears. No matter where they came from before, no matter what village they were assigned to after fleeing to Lujiangchao County, they had already formed a deep friendship since they had practiced together since they joined the Wu family's private army. At first, I was used to fighting on the battlefield, and I was forced to endure the pain of life and death, but now I can't help but feel sour when I hear these old and weak women and children crying. While shedding tears, he cleaned up the battlefield.

An old man looked at Wu Hao tremblingly, and his voice almost begged: "Can you hand over the corpses of these family soldiers to the old man, and let the people of my Guan Zhuang put them in the ground."

"There are laboring elders". Wu Hao was infected by this sad atmosphere, and his voice involuntarily lowered a little.

The old man let out a long sigh, his face full of grief: "It's a pity that the world is chaotic, and how innocent our people are." If it weren't for the Wu family's training of family soldiers, if it weren't for the family soldiers who went to their deaths, I am afraid that hundreds of old and weak women and children in Guanzhuang would have become dead souls under the knife. It is not a pity to die of old age, but it is just a pity why these children are born in troubled times. Childe is full of poetry and books, and he can know when my Han world will be peaceful."

"When?". Wu Hao asked himself softly, feeling as if his heart had been hit hard. How did the two lives of people not know the misery of the people for countless years after that. Thinking of the Three Kingdoms, the Two Jin Dynasty and the Five Hu Chaohua, I couldn't help but sigh.

The old man looked at Wu Hao's young and thin body, listened to him whisper to himself, sighed again, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the crowd behind him with a dejected face. When hundreds of old and weak women and children saw the old man coming, they then talked in a low voice, and their voices calmed down for a while.

The children wiped away their tears, and walked forward, led by the old man and the woman, and turned around and walked towards the Zhuangzi with the corpse of a family soldier.

Forty soldiers gathered the corpse of the Yellow Turban bandit and found dead branches and fallen leaves.

A torch burst into flames, and the corpse of a yellow turban bandit was instantly reduced to ashes.

Liu Ye didn't know when he was already standing behind Wu Hao, looking at Wu Hao with a low face, his lips moved. In the end, I couldn't help but speak out, deliberately joking to dissolve the depressing atmosphere: "We have known each other for so long, and it is rare to see you with a low face for the first time." If Zhou Yu and others find out, it is estimated that they will think that this is a dream."

"When you look at this scene in front of you, you don't have any other thoughts in your heart." Wu Hao subconsciously asked Liu Ye.

Liu Ye shook his head slightly, and let out a wry smile again: "What is this?" There are corpses all over the road along the way, do I still see less Liu Ye? On the contrary, it is you, under the wing of the Wu family, carefree and enviable."

"Maybe I should do something". Wu Hao asked himself softly.

Liu Ye comforted Wu Hao: "Don't think too much, you have done well enough for our age."

"No, maybe I could have done better." Wu Hao seemed to have thought of something, and smiled at Liu Ye.

Liu Ye couldn't help but be stunned, revealing a puzzled look. These yellow scarves are all people who have fought for many years, and it is not easy for Wu Hao to fight like this. Ask yourself, if you can't get such a result at all: "Do better?" how to do it better".

"I don't know." Wu Hao didn't answer, but looked at the flame. Thinking of the next thing, he analyzed Liu Ye: "As far as I know, there are 1,000 Yellow Turban bandits, and losing 200 at this time will definitely anger the bandit leader." By tomorrow morning at the latest, 800 yellow turbans will come with an army."

Liu Ye looked around and saw forty Wu family soldiers covered in wounds. made a comparison in his heart, and then asked Wu Hao: "Then how are you going to deal with it?" Forty against eight hundred. It's better to withdraw first and avoid its edge."

"Withdraw? And where can they be evacuated? When the yellow scarf enters the village, what will happen to those old and weak women and children." Wu Hao's eyes were still looking at the flame, and he subconsciously asked Liu Ye rhetorically.

The cheeks of those who shine in the fire burn as if a glimmer of hope had arrived. Wu Hao swept away the decadence in his heart, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes: "I thought that Wu Hu would go to Hefei Houguo to inform my father of this matter, if my father can come back quickly." My 800 elites in Lujiang Chao County are not in vain."

"Where is the bell of hatred". Without waiting for Liu Ye to reply, Wu Hao immediately drank

Forty branch soldiers were already standing behind the two of them, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they heard Wu Hao's shouting. Thinking of the upcoming bitter battle, and the hundreds of old and weak women and children behind him, those sadness became much lighter.

Qiu Zhong took a step forward, didn't care about wiping the blood stains off his body, bowed down and replied loudly: "Obey the orders of the son."

"Ten people immediately went outside the county to closely inquire about the movements of the Yellow Turbans and report at any time." Wu Hao commanded Qiu Zhong, his tone mixed with unquestionable majesty.

The bloody aura rushed towards them, looking at Wu Hao's figure in front of them, everyone forgot his age for a while, and a sense of respect rose in their hearts. Perhaps the third son of the head of the family is a person worthy of their allegiance for the rest of their lives, and can carve out a happy land with the spear in his hand under his command.

Qiu Zhong saluted solemnly again and received the order in a loud voice: "No."

A simple promise, but like a thunderclap, it exploded in the hearts of the forty branch soldiers.

"Who will go with me?" Qiu Zhong turned his eyes to look at the forty branch soldiers standing behind Wu Hao and asked loudly, and the slightest sense of arrogance spread.

The ten branch soldiers spontaneously stepped forward and looked at Qiu Zhong: "I am willing to go."

Qiu Zhong didn't reply, just smiled, and strode forward.

The ten branch soldiers did not hesitate to set off at the same time and followed.

Wu Hao watched Qiu Zhong and the others go away, turned around and finally looked around and finally his gaze fell on Wu Long: "Go back to Zhuang to repair, wait for tomorrow's hard battle."

"No". Wu Long and thirty soldiers of the branch line responded to the promise, but he did not move a single step.

Wu Hao looked at Liu Ye with a blind gaze, and proposed to him: "You are willing to go to the village with me to chat."

"The guest is as he pleases". Liu Ye nodded slightly and replied immediately.

Wu Hao got the reply and immediately walked to the village, and Liu Ye followed with his guards.

Wu Long and the other thirty branch soldiers were silent, watching the raging fire turn into a silent sigh, and then turned around and walked into the village.